Chapter 1189

"Master! Master! Look

Ye Wen has to disturb the Phoenix King at this time, because the Phoenix King should have a look at this scene.

"What's the matter?"

Feng Wang opened his eyes and saw what ye Wen saw. They were two figures, very clear figures. They could not judge how far the figure was from them.

"What a powerful breath

Ye Wen clearly felt that the breath of the two figures was huge. Even though he had reached the level of demigod, he had the feeling of being completely suppressed.

"This is definitely not the breath that the demigod can have!" Phoenix King is very sure of this. Even the God of war and the God of death in those years can never reach such a high level. Phoenix King knows that if those two people really exist, I'm afraid that even in the heyday, he doesn't have the qualification to fight with them.

"Do you mean that these two men are strong in the divine realm?" Ye Wen's expression was full of surprise, because he heard that King Phoenix and the God of war had said that in this world, there has never been a real strong God, so what's the matter?

"I don't know. At least neither the God of war nor the God of death has reached such a high level. You see, the breath seems to be completely integrated into heaven and earth, and it seems to be as violent as a raging beast. It's too strong. These two people are really too strong." Feng Wang sighed heartily that he could not find any suitable words to describe the power of the two men. Although they didn't do anything, they just stood there and felt that they could make the world submit to them.

Ye Wen carefully feels the breath of these two people, hoping to learn something from them. Moreover, he is very confused now. He does not understand the meaning of these two people's presence here?

Just when they didn't understand the reason, the two men moved, and two weapons appeared in their hands.

Seeing the two blades, ye Wen's pupils suddenly shrunk, because he found that he was very familiar with them, because one of them was his Qianlin spear, and the other was the sickle of death, which he had just fought against not long ago!

Ye Wen is quite sure that the man holding Qianlin gun is not the God of war. It seems that the man is an old man of immortality, while the man holding death's sickle is a "Youth" with purple eyes. But ye Wen has no way to judge whether it is the God of death.

"Master, is that man the God of death?" Ye Wen asked, after all, he has never seen death, but the Phoenix King has seen him.

as like as two peas, the king of Phoenix shook his head and said, "that's not death. He is stronger and more evil than the breath of death. Only the scythe of death is exactly like the scythe of death."

Feng Wang didn't even dare to blink now, because he didn't know what was going to happen next, and he was very curious.

Ye Wen thinks that no matter who is holding the sickle of death in his hand, the person holding the Qianlin gun should be the last Qianlin gun user of the God of war and the creator of the space here!

Next, the two men moved. They approached each other with a very fast speed, and then fought together. The sonorous and powerful sound of metal confrontation, accompanied by the wave of destroying the sky and the earth, appeared in this chaotic world. Yewen had never seen such a level of fighting, even the fight between him and shenzun was far from such a level Height.

The two figures have their own magical powers, and none of them has fallen behind. But in a short period of time, they can't tell who will win the final victory. Although these are all fake, ye Wen still hopes that the owner of the Qianlin gun will win the final victory.

But just when ye Wengang had this idea, he didn't know what it was because. The owner of the Qianlin gun suddenly fell into a bad situation and was completely suppressed by the "Youth". Even the breath fluctuated violently.

"What's going on?"

Ye Wen didn't understand. He saw all the means of the strong man with the gun. He didn't think there was any problem. He still can't see how the "Youth" with the scythe of death got the upper hand.

"Don't you see that?"

Phoenix King has been watching the changes in the battlefield, indeed, such a battle, no less than the original God of war and death fighting, and, there is one thing in common.

"What?"

Ye Wen didn't see anything special.

"In fact, there is no difference in their strength. The difference lies in the magic weapon in their hands. The strength of the Qianlin spear is still inferior to that of the sickle of death." King Feng could see that there was not much difference between the two men's accomplishments, and the key to success was the magic weapon in their hands. The reason why he was able to see the problem so quickly was that what happened now was the same as the situation of the God of war and the God of death in those years. Otherwise, they would not have spent so much effort to understand the God of death The sickle is sealed.After listening to Feng Wang's words, ye Wen thinks that it is true. When there are no problems in coping methods and cultivation, only the magic weapon itself determines the direction of the battle. Indeed, ye Wen can see that the old man's use of the Qianlin spear is superb, but the strength of the Qianlin spear is far behind that of the sickle of death Even if ye Wen doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit it.

Just as they were talking, the young man with the sickle of death had more and more advantages, and even suppressed the old man completely out of breath. In fact, if it was a normal fight, at this time, ye Wen could declare defeat. But because the old man was a user of the Qianlin gun, and his own strength was very good, so, ye Wen was very happy Also willing to insist that the old man can achieve the final reversal.

The corner of the young man's mouth gradually filled with a cruel smile. Indeed, for him, there is no suspense about the outcome of the battle. If he still can't win in the situation of occupying such a huge advantage, his cultivation is really in vain.

The advantage is still gradually expanding. Ye Wen knows that miracles are hard to happen. If the old man wants to turn the situation around, it is more difficult than going to heaven.

But at this time, the battlefield, there has been a change.